pineslog | ( june event ) who's that pokemon?

EVENT: WHO'S THAT POKEMON?

For the residents of Wayward Pines, the 19th is just your typical boring Monday. The sun is shining. The birds are chirping.

Until suddenly, they're not.

That's the first sign. Maybe you don't even notice — you're far too busy with your nine-to-five, or maybe even by poolside, blissfully ignorant to the trouble brewing just out of sight, or to the fact that SPF 15 is basically just water anyway. Or maybe you aren't quite so lucky. You notice the birds have gone silent. You feel the eyes upon you, unseen but still raising goosebumps on the back of your neck.

And then from the woods, that telltale scream.

No, two screams, then three, then five, then more than a dozen. You can't count them, can't figure out which direction they're coming from. It's like they're all around you now. Even above you. Now you spot them on the rooftops — god, they're huge, you can't even fathom how they made it up there unnoticed.

But they're not playing at stealth anymore. One leaps off the roof, a single fluid bound on long thick limbs, and barely lands on the sidewalk for a moment before it lunges at the nearest person — your neighbor mowing his lawn, or maybe the woman carrying that armful of bags out of French's Grocery — long claws slicing through their flesh like a hot knife through butter. Then comes another, and another. Into the streets, the backyards, and the ill-timed pool parties, tearing through every living soul they can find.

By nightfall, the creatures have retreated back into the woods en masse, but anyone foolish enough to wander too far from the safety of their homes runs the risk of being picked off one by one if they're not careful. The 20th and 21st follow a similar pattern; during the day, the Sheriff and a team of volunteers comb through the woods looking for survivors, and during the night, these creatures do much the same.

The morning of the 22nd dawns with the last of the vicious "murder potatoes" (as Linda had hysterically dubbed them on the first day while wielding a butcher's knife with astonishing proficiency) have fallen, and the danger is gone.

For now, anyway. The questions they leave behind, however? Those are here to stay.

MOD NOTES

This is a catch-all for any and all threads pertaining to the Who's That Pokemon event! It covers the battle on the 19th and the lingering danger over the course of the 20th and 21st.

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Iris smiles at her, a little self-consciously because she isn’t used to people having to do such simple things for her. She’s worked hard all her life to not depend on anyone and to be as helpful as she could to her family, it was her duty… and right now, just because a cut in her leg she’s left to ask people for help. It’s frustrating, but she figures she’ll get used to it.

“Me as well.” She looks towards the window, sighing a little bit as she makes herself comfortable on the chair. “We’re doing a good job at keeping them out right now but… I don’t know how long that will last.”

"I've never seen such a thing," she confesses, "I doubt most of us have seen the likes of those – monsters. I thought myself hardly equipped to face any of them."

And yet she had. Accidentally and with gusto. Thankfully, there are no fantastical displays in the hospital; she would rather not put other people in danger having seen what she could do if pressed and stressed. "Iris." Yes, that is her name and the moment she says it out loud, several scattered memories resurface, a small smile on her lips now. "I'm glad you're safe right now. I –"

She hesitates to sound so familiar, but it comes out anyway. "Is your brother alright?"

Iris opens her mouth, but then she closes it when she thinks better of it. It’s silly to think of the consequences of talking about her past when they are being attacked by creatures faster and stronger than anything they’ve ever seen in this place. But she just doesn’t want to make things worse- either now or when things calm down.

And yes, she fully believes things will calm down eventually. They have survived this far, they can survive whatever these creatures bring them, she’s sure of it.

“I doubt so either, but they are reacting very well to the situation. We even made this safe house to rest and recover… it’s impressive what we do when we’re being attacked.”

She hesitates a little bit, pulling some hair behind her ear. “And I haven’t heard from Gladio since this mess started, but he’s probably protecting people all over. I trust him, he’ll be fine.”

That sort of optimism is something Elsa needs to borrow. She is at least grateful to be in her presence to perhaps take cues from the younger girl – and also ensure that she is as comfortable as she can be while healing.

"Oh." Her brow furrows slightly and she takes a deep breath, inhaling slowly through her nostrils while her lips thin out into a line across her face. "I'm sure he will be." Beneath the folds of the blanket on her cot, frost collects on Elsa's fingertips and she brushes them away hastily.

"Would you like to see something I've brought with me? My roommate saved it earlier. It's – well, it's a distraction, but I think you might enjoy it."

She’s not as good at reading people as her brother is, but that doesn’t mean she can’t tell how worried Elsa is that Iris hasn’t talked to her brother yet. Iris is worried, yes, but… well, she can’t explain it because the memories of before are still pretty fuzzy. But she knows this isn’t the first time Gladio’s spent some time without contacting her, and yet she is completely sure that he will be alright no matter what. She trust him completely.

She reaches for Elsas’s hand, squeezing it gently to try to give her some sort of reassurance.

“Sure, I’d like that. What is it?”

He will be okay. If Iris believes it is so, then she will try to as well. Her worried expression is easily schooled into a smile if only because she is genuinely pleased to be showing the girl something new and hopefully momentarily distracting from everything else happening around them.

There is a ( quiet ) presence on the bedside table in a brown wicker basket presumably used for chocolates and flowers for those healing in hospital beds. Except in Elsa's there is some straw, a few pieces of lettuce and a tiny brown Holland lop bunny snoozing away in a corner. It's been a long day for her.

"This is my new roommate," she announces, pulling the basket over into her lap.

“Oh, my! Awwww look at it!”

That squeal was probably way too high pitched, but Iris is the biggest sucker there is for anything cute and Holland lop bunnies are the epitome of cute. She wants to reach for it and pet it right away, it looks so soft! But she knows better than to startle a small animal like that, she doesn’t want to frighten it. ...Or get bitten.

“That’s adorable! You’ve deinitely lucked out with your roommate.” She giggles. “What’s its name?”

She hasn’t forgotten about the invaders, even if they stopped attacking right at this second it’d still be a while for her to completely ease up. She will be fine, Amicitias are always fine as long as they have somebody to protect and you should definitely never underestimate them. But they are still dealing with creatures that can and will kill them without giving it a second thought.

But if the aim of this was to distract her a little bit, it’s definitely working.

"She, ah – doesn't have one yet."

Elsa chuckles and shakes her head, a little embarrassed at herself. She has a place for everything with everything in its place. There should be a name for the bunny but there isn't. "The bunny had come to us under unusual circumstances and with everything happening so quickly, she's just been... our rabbit."

Sorry, bun.

Her voice drops to a whisper. "You can pet her behind her ears. She likes that."

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